Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
What is the nature of time? What does it mean to live in it? It is one of the great mysteries.
LIFE IN TIME
They say the present moment’s all we know,
But when? Once we’re aware it’s come to be,
It has receded into memory.
Of the present, all we have to show
Is that the past’s a record that can grow.
We cannot hold it; that’s our tragedy,
That all we really have is history,
The sea where all experience must flow.
The future’s out there to anticipate;
The past is there for us to recollect;
The present, like the sun, can but reflect
In Plato’s Cave, where we are chained by fate.
So memory, though not enough, is yet
The only thing we finally can get.
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